Summer Screen Doors
by thedemonmatchmaker
Summary: Getting attacked by a dog and running into a glass door were not what Erza had planned for her quiet morning in... (Multi-chapter AU)
1. Dogs and Doors

Summer Screen Doors

Chapter One

Erza was minding her own business, quietly munching on her strawberry cake in the backyard of her small duplex she shared with her best friend, Lucy. That morning had started off well and progressively got better with every second. She had woken up to the soft sound of birds chirping instead of the blaring sound of her demonic alarm clock. Her Saturday would be a peaceful one this week, she decided as she got dressed and made her breakfast.

Unlike most days for the recent college graduate, the redhead had left her schedule empty for a token "me day". While the rest of her friends went out to the beach for a day in the sun, Erza decided to skip out and sleep in instead. As much as she loved her rowdy friends, it was nice to have the duplex to herself.

Ever since she had joined her corporate law firm, she had next to no free time. The job was not nearly as glamorous as she had hoped. Instead of meeting billionaires and taking high risk cases like on Suits, she was stuck fetching coffee for her cranky bosses (which was essentially everyone else in the firm) and taking notes in that tiny seat in the corner of the boardroom.

Hooking her phone to her new speaker (she never said her job didn't pay well…), she put on some calm music to complete her absolutely perfect matinée. The young woman slowly swayed to the beat of Turning Page by Sleeping at Last while she munched on her delicious cake. Her thin, long sleeve sweater and matching leggings were the perfect fit for the warm, early summer weather. As she sat down at the metal, Parisian-style white table, she couldn't be happier. She really needed a break from her life.

As she slowly sipped her orange juice, she looked up to admire the willow tree from her neighbour's backyard that flowed over to hers. She smiled as the wind slowly blowed each branch, creating a soothing whoosh noise.

Looking back down at the table, she sensed, for the first time since sitting down, that she wasn't alone. Trusting her gut, she carefully sat up further in her seat, muting her song as she did so. When the music was finally off, she heard it.

Growling.

Right at her feet.

Eyes widening, she slowly turned her head downwards. There, she saw the most vicious looking dog she had ever laid eyes on. Erza was scared of very few things on the whole planet but dogs? They made the short-list.

Now, she wasn't scared of all dogs. She was perfectly content petting those fluffy, tiny, little things that fit in handbags. She was even fine with those big adorable Saint-Bernards. But she was deathly afraid of Pitbulls… like the one drooling and growling at her feet.

Trying desperately to remain calm, she slowly pushed her seat back, wincing when it made a scratching noise against the wood of the porch. The dog barked loudly and stepped closer to her. At this point, she abandoned her cake (it was a desperate situation) and started to move towards the back door of her place. As she approached it, though, the dog intercepted her, lying in wait between her and her escape.

Convinced the dog was the devil, Erza started to think drastically. This was the sort of beast that would be able to rip your carotid artery with its teeth. She started to slowly lose herself as logic left the picture and her adrenaline levels sky-rocketed. The redhead looked around trying to found a way out, not caring how dumb or risky it was to a sane person.

In the corner of her eye, she spotted a part of the fence that was slightly lower than the rest leading to her neighbour's apartment. Desperate, she made a run for it, regretting the fact she was barefoot. Surprising not only herself, but the dog as well, she made it over the fence by jumping it, landing semi-gracefully on the other side.

She crouched on her neighbour's lawn, hyperventilating but trying to find her chill. The lawyer started taking deep breaths and she was almost calm when she heard it.

The desperate clawing of an animal trying to get through a fence.

And then she saw it.

The demon dog's head peek over the fence.

With a shriek, Erza pulled herself up to her feet, ignoring the dampness she felt on her leg.. With a start, she ran towards the only thing she could think of. Her neighbour's house.

She noticed a light on inside and realized that the door from the back porch was open. So, she made a run for it.

Five steps away.

Four. Three. Two.

One.

Bamn.

* * *

Jellal Fernandes was a busy man. Always on the move, he rarely had enough time in his mornings to eat a decent breakfast, let alone enjoy life or watch television or spend time with friends. He led a rather sad life during the week. On weekends, though, he was a party animal, up for anything. His mischievous friends always seemed to have tickets to the hottest concerts or entrance passes to the newest night clubs.

But once in awhile, the successful stockbroker enjoyed a quiet morning to himself. Regardless of the fact that he held a very high position for someone of his age, Jellal shared his new duplex with his best friend, Erik. This meant that the bluenette had very little alone time, considering how… energetic the maroon haired man could be.

As he sat, slowly enjoying his cheerios while he caught up on his favorite shows, he realized that he was alone at home. Having slept in after a long night of partying, he didn't even notice until that moment that Cobra was not at home. Mildly concenrned, Jellal played back the last night in his head, trying to remember if his best friend made it back home.

After putting some thought into clearing the fog in his head, he finally recalled that Erik had slept over at Midnight's, the host, as he had taken too many shots and passed out on the poor man's couch.

With a chuckle, the bluenette went back to eating his cereal, feeling completely peaceful and calm.

Bamn!

Jumping three feet in the air, Jellal freaked the hell out at the random noise. Not expecting something to disturb his peace and quiet, he accidently threw his bowl in the air, leaving him drenched in milk, thus ruining his calm morning. Scowling, he went over to the screen door, to investigate the source of the noise. If it was another fucking squirrel, he swore to God he would go on a mad hunt to cull every single one of those evil creatures.

Being friends with the mad bunch that called themselves Crime Sorcière, Jellal was used to seeing strange things. Just the other night, he had watched as one of his friends shot another out of a canon (Richard was convinced it was a good idea).

Nothing that wild bunch had done would prepare him for the sight he saw when he finally reached his porch.

Crumpled in a ball at the bottom of the door was a beautiful scarlet-haired young woman, clutching her head and whimpering in pain. She seemed to have hit her head rather hard on the plate-glass door of his house as she appeared to be float=hind her, a dog slowly crawled its way closer to the vulnerable

And not just any dog.

His dog.

Swinging the door open, he noticed a small pool of blood growing under the girl. Completely forgetting about his current drenched state, called his dog back, making his Pitbull scamper away, frightened. Quickly, he scooped the redhead in his arms and brought her inside, paying extra care to the wound on her head and on her leg. He slowly set her down on the dry part of his leather sofa.

He looked her up and down, trying to determine which injury was worse. Deciding that her head should take priority over any other body part, he leaned down into a crouch to examine the semi-conscious girl.

Jellal slowly pushed her hair off her face with his hand, trying to find where she had knocked her head. Although the entire situation was really confusing to him, he tried putting the pieces together as best he could.

From the few events he had witnessed, he assumed that his dog had somehow chased this girl and she tried to take refuge in his house, not noticing the glass door in her way. The bluenette knew it was a bad idea to let Cobra, the biggest clean freak to walk the Earth, shine the windows.

He finally found the cut on her forehead, relieved to see that it was rather small. That feeling of relief was short-lived as he noticed the massive bump forming on her head, already starting to turn different colors. His eyes widened in fear as he ran out of ideas in his head. He was no doctor, he had absolutely no idea what to do.

"It's ok," the girl muttered, groggily regaining full consciousness. "What am I doing? Where am I…"

"You hit your head on my screen door. I brought you inside."

"Where's the demon dog?" she pressed, attempting to sit up but giving up halfway and flopping back down on the sofa.

At this point, Jellal seriously wondered if she had a worse head injury than he had initially thought. Her beautiful brown eyes looked up at him, trying to place his face in her head. Though when he looked closer, he saw that she had a clarity in her eyes that proved she didn't have a concussion.

With a deep breath of exhale, he responded, "Don't worry, she's outside. She won't be coming in anytime soon after this."

"Good," she said, her eyes fluttering. Her brow scrunched in concentration as she realized something crucial she had missed. "Who are you?"

"My name is Jellal Fernandes. My friend, Cobra, and I just moved in next door." She continued struggling to get herself up. He put a hand carefully on her back, applying enough pressure to help her without making her feel uncomfortable.

"My name is Erza." She replied as she finally was able to sit up, her wounded leg outstretched in front of her. "I'm really sorry about all of this. It's just I'm scared of dogs and -"

"No, no. Trust me, it's okay. I know that Becky can be a little bit… over-excited for most people. I'm sorry about this whole thing. Let me get you some band-aids for your leg."

"My leg?" Erza asked, seemingly oblivious to the bloody cut the length of her leg. She looked down at it, noticing it for the first time with a puzzled expression on her face. "Oh, well then…"

With a chuckle, Jellal walked over to the kitchen where Cobra kept his first-aid kit. Ever since the toxicologist started cooking out of pure necessity (with Jellal working so late, there was only so much take-out he could handle), the bluenette had purchased a massive, emergency-room level kit to prevent the mad scientist from losing a limb or his other eye.

As he continued back to where the young lady sat on his couch, he realized she was staring at him with a mild look of confusion and disgust.

"Is something wrong?" he finally inquired, unable to handle her strange regards much longer.

"...Why are you drenched in milk?" she finally asked, honestly wondering what sort of person this neighbour was. Having a demonic dog and taking showers in cereal were not normal people endeavours. They were the sort of things to set off her crazy-person alarms. These alarms might be a bit defective, considering the people she hung out with willingly.

"Oh," he said, quickly grabbing a nearby rag to dry himself up a little bit. "I was a bit frightened by your sudden appearance, and well… I was eating cheerios and I sort of jumped and well…"

"I get the idea," she hid her small smile with her hand. He was so amusing to her, she thought as he slowly cleaned her legs, stopping when she flinched though she tried not to. He paused for a second before restarting.

The whole while he cleaned and cared for her wound, Erza looked up at him, silently admiring the way he bit his lips as he concentrated.

Oh God.

This was not going to end well...


	2. Suns and Screens

**Summer Screen Doors - Chapter Two**

 _ **Suns and Screens**_

As she sat on the bus back to her place, Lucy Heartfillia thought of all the things she regretted from that morning, running through a growing checklist of stupid events in the short period of five hours from when she woke up to her current situation.

For starters, she deeply, _deeply_ regretted agreeing to go to the beach with her friends. Why she had caved and said yes to Natsu's annoying begging was beyond her. Possibly because the journalist could not handle one more second of her irritating pink-haired friend's request, possibly because she felt like she needed to go out more. It seemed that lately, the only person outside of work she saw on a regular basis was her roommate, Erza. The blond was feeling a bit isolated and decided to give her friends a chance and trust that they could behave properly at a public beach.

Boy was she ever wrong.

The young woman should have expected what had happened. It's not like any of it was out of character; in fact everything was so predictable, it was like a cheesy romantic comedy.

Only seconds after getting there, Juvia had decided it would be a good idea for everyone to have ice cream. This, of course, was the start of the slippery slope. Once purchasing a scoop on a cone for all her friends, the friendly bluenette handed them out.

The boys, namely a certain raven-haired man and his archrival Natsu, started argueing over who had gotten the bigger scope, ignoring the fact that they were the same size and had cost the same amount. The fiery pinkette accused Juvia of handing the larger serving to her _Gray-sama_ which the bluenette obviously denied.

Had Lucy had any forethought, she probably would have started running as fast and far as she could at that exact moment.

But, _nooooo._ She just _had_ to stay and be part of the problem.

Before anyone even knew what hit them, the two boys had started a massive brawl, quickly growing in size and numbers as every single one of her friends, the impossibly strong Laxus and Gajeel included, joined in. Soon enough, it seemed the entire beach had been engulfed in chaos, leaving Lucy, Wendy and Levy to sit quietly on the sidelines, trying desperately to stop the fighting. Even Mavis and Mirajane had fallen victim to the group's antics. The two women had become collateral damage early on, both lying unconscious near the epicenter of the fitting. Once Zeref and Laxus found them in that state, there would be hell to pay for those who had hurt them…

At that moment, Lucy decided she couldn't handle her friend's stupidity for a second longer. Stepping into the action, she Lucy-kicked Natsu into Gray, simultaneously knocking the two adversaries out with one fell-swoop. She grinned as the brawl immediately started to die down once the two main fighters were out for the count. She, along with the help of Levy and Wendy, dragged the two other girls as they slowly started to wake up.

Once Laxus and Zeref had caught sight of their loved ones in that state, they started stalking towards Gray and Natsu, who were equally starting to regain their bearings. Grinning madly the two men closed in on the lying figures.

At this point, the blond journalist decided she'd had enough of her comrades antics for one day. Frustrated that her supposedly "relaxing" day had been ruined by her best friends' stupidity, she grabbed her bag and said her farewells to the two blue-haired girls that stood by her side. Waving away the offer of a lift, she took her things and got on the first bus back to downtown Magnolia, eagerly wanting to get home.

Though she regretted intruding on Erza's quiet morning in, she had very few options left. The blond wanted to get out of her bathing suit, which was still dry considering the fact she didn't even have the chance to step into the salty ocean water. She considering spending the rest of her morning downtown, maybe grabbing a bite to eat and doing some window-shopping.

She decided she would do that, but soon realized that she had forgotten her wallet back at home, as she had not expected to need more than a twenty at the beach. Feeling more and more melancholy because of her wasted morning with every breath, she made the choice to just go home. Though she felt guilty for ruining her best friend's tranquil morning, she had no other options at that point.

Soon enough, the bus was at her stop. Stepping out, the blond untied her hair, letting it flow behind her. She grinned from ear-to-ear as she walked down the quiet street in her new neighbourhood. It wasn't too long ago that Erza and she had agreed to split the cost of a small home and found this little jem. Situated in a small hipster neighbourhood near the water, it was just perfect for the two young women.

She plugged in her headphones to her phone and slowly strolled the few blocks to her house. Finally calming down after the insane morning she had, she started to enjoy her walk more and more. It was really a very beautiful day, the birds were chirping and the sun was out, adding a soft glow to everything. Before she even knew it, she was almost in front of her house.

Her face staring up at the pale blue sky, Lucy wasn't really looking where she was going. Truthfully, what happened next was partially her fault, not that she'd ever admit it.

Out of nowhere, a figure pops out into the blond's peripheral vision. Unable to react in time, the two collide.

 _ **Crack!**_

* * *

Cobra wanted nothing more than to find a lovely hole, curl up in a ball and die there. His head was pounding like there was no tomorrow (which there may not be at the rate he was drinking) and his eyes felt like sandpaper.

Slowly, he started to sit up, trying not to lose what little his stomach contained as he did so. Opening his dry eyes, he blinked, trying to remember where the _hell_ he was.

Taking a quick look around, the events of last night suddenly came rushing back to him. He remembered the party at Midnight's, the delicious women and even more delicious jell-o shots…

Which brought him to his current situation.

As he looked around, he noticed the significant damage the party had on his friend's apartment. Streamers and empty beer cups decorated the floor, greasy plates with bits of pizza covered nearly every other surface. The smell was atrocious and stung Cobra's sensitive nose. The entire apartment was an assault of the senses.

Once Cobra brought himself to a standing position, he looked around quickly to find his shoes. At some unknown point during the previous night's wild affairs, the maroon-haired man had misplaced his runners and now needed to grab them quickly before Midnight found him passed out on his couch.

Even though Midnight was one of Cobra's best friends, he knew better than to wake him up and he certainly did not want to meet his end right away. He justed wanted to get his things and go back home where he could preferably sleep for the next century. That's it, he decided, no more partying for at _least_ a month. Snorting, he knew he was full of shit. He said that every weekend but every Saturday he woke up on a friend's couch or futon, having very little recollection of the night before.

After a few minutes of groggy searching, the toxicologist finally found his missing pair of shoes. Hastily putting them on, he ran out of the door, eager to get as far away from that disgusting place as possible.

Once he exited his friend's dodgy apartment building, Cobra was blinded by the sun.

"Ugh, can't you turn off for _five fucking seconds_?" He yelled up at the shinning light, not caring that he seemed off his rocker to all the other pedestrians. Covering his face as best he could, he sprinted towards the closest metro entrance, wanting to escape from the hellfires.

Scanning his pass and grabbing the first train, Cobra was feeling exhausted. As he sat on the nearly full metro, he considered his life. He really did need to stop with his reckless behavior, all kidding aside. He was 28, for fuck's sakes. He had a good, well-paying job, albeit not as money making as Jellal's. He really did have his whole life ahead of him and he honestly should tone down the drinking.

Damn this deep thinking, he angrily pushed away the thoughts, it's too early for this shit.

A few minutes later, he reached his metro stop. Walking out for a second time, he was better prepared for the onslaught of brightness that attacked him the second he stepped out in the sunlight. He squinted his eye and walked briskly towards his home.

Between being tired, hungover and generally pissed off with his existence, he was distracted as he speed-walked home. Though he would never admit it, he would be partially to blame.

But how was he supposed to be expecting some bubble-head blonde to be walking out of nowhere?

 _Crack!_

Oh, fuck.

As if his morning couldn't get worse.

The young woman looked down at the phone that laid, screen cracked to smithereens, on the concrete, and then back up at the perpetrator.

"Oh my God!" she screeched, making the man wince and take a step back. "Look at what you did to my phone! _Look at it!_ "

"Listen Blondie, I'm sorry. But this wasn't all my fault, you should've been paying better attention to where you were going." Cobra said, calmly putting his hands in front of him. He knew it for sure wasn't _his_ fault, but he was trying to keep his cool. In his current state, if he lost his chill, the girl would be reduced to tears in mere seconds.

" _I should've been paying attention to where_ I _was going?!"_ she questioned, her voice a high-pitched squeal. "This was _your_ fault! You better pay for a new screen! I'm not wasting 100$ of my hard-earned money on some moron on the street!"

"I'm sure as hell not paying for it! It's not my fault you're such a bubble head who couldn't even think of where the fuck she was going!"

"How dare you insult me? You better give me my money! This is ridiculous!"

"You know what's ridiculous?" Cobra said, starting to walk past the girl to the house they stood in front of. "This conversation. I'm going home, please leave me alone."

And with that, he stalked off.

Boy was he ever glad he would never have to see that insufferable brat again…

...or so he thought.


	3. Wounds and Walk-Outs

Hi guys! I'm sorry I haven't updated in a while, I've been really busy and I have another multi going as well. This one will probably be on a slower update schedule but it will still be updated pretty often! Feel free to PM at all times and I ADORE YOUR REVIEWS! They make me want to write more so keep them coming ;)

- _The Demon :P_

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 **Summer Screen Doors**

 **Chapter Three:** Wounds and Walk-Outs

After half an hour of thanking and chatting, Jellal had finally bandaged all of Erza's wounds. Though their introduction may have a been a bit unorthodox, the two seemed to be enjoying the others company. Taking his time, he slowly made sure that every one of her injuries had been attended to. Announcing that he would get them something to drink, he picked up the bandages and stood up. Once he had put away his first aid kit, Jellal made the redhead sit on the couch while he made them tea.

Unsure if she had a concussion or not, the blue haired man refused to let her out of his sight and did not let her watch television, as he knew looking at screens could cause headaches for recently concussed people. From where he was in his kitchen, he could see her while she faced away from him. Though he knew watching her was a bit on the creepy side, he couldn't help it. Every part of her intrigued him. Her personality was bright and bubbly. Even after being injured, she was still smiling and happy.

And her beauty.

Unlike anything he had ever seen before, Jellal found it difficult to pull his eyes away from her. Her hair was radiant like a sunset and such a unique color. A bright scarlet. Her eyes were such a dark and deep color of brown. They were so entrancing that they sucked you in. As they say, the eyes are the windows of the soul and her soul was stunning.

While he brewed some Earl Gray for them, he watched fascinatingly as she fidgeted on the couch, slowly taking his place in. At first, she seemed to scan everything, as if she were making a mental catalogue of every bit of furniture. The way she examined the room, it seemed as if she were going to be tested on it in a few minutes.

"Where's your roommate?" she asked after a few moments. She tried to turn around to face him, but winced as that brought pain to her head. Jellal frowned. He had given her some painkillers for her head but they must not have started working yet.

"Probably passed out somewhere," he responded casually, as if it was a normal occurrence for Cobra to get drunk to the point where he blacks out - which it sort of was. This time, ignoring the pain, Erza turned around to look at the man, her face incredulous as she took in his words.

"Pardon?"

"No, don't get me wrong," Jellal back tracked, waving his hands in front of him. "I know where he is. Erik's fine. Probably." Judging on the hard look she was giving him, she was _not_ amused. He laughed her off a bit, continuing,

"We just went out last night and he drank a little too much. He stayed at a friend's place. I'm sure he'll be home soon enough. He's an adult, a decently responsible one at that." Well, when he tries. In all honesty, Erik wasn't that bad. During the week, he lived a rather fulfilling life and had a successful job. But during the weekend, he transformed into a whole other person. This one was a sex-crazed, party animal who lived without a care in the world.

"Alright," Erza responded, her voice still skeptical. The bluenette laughed her concern for a stranger off and finished making their tea. Carrying both mugs, one of which was red and belonged to Erik, he walked over to the couch.

Though the two sat apart from each other, there was an electricity in the air that seemed to bring them closer. The air was thick and quickly, Jellal found it harder and harder to breathe. He could smell her sweet orange blossom perfume from where he sat. Her scent was more intoxicating than any other substance and he was drunk on it.

The two sat in comfortable silence, neither feeling the need to fill it with meaningless words or small chat. This was the sort of silence that took most people years of knowing each other to achieve, the sort where emotions could be conveyed without words. It was the quiet that only came when two people fully trusted and cared for each other. In his entire life, Jellal had never enjoyed the emptiness of silence.

But something about this was different.

Instead of it being uncomfortable, it felt… _safe_. He didn't feel judged or critiqued as he did at work. He didn't feel jittery or excited like he did when he was with his friends. What he felt in that moment was very unique and he had never experienced anything quite like it before.

Sure, he had spent time alone with girls before. He had even been in "serious" relationships. But even with them, even after being intimate and having known them for years, he had never experienced anything of the sort. It was a refreshing feeling and he was enjoying it with all of his heart.

In those quiet moments, it felt as if he was having a vacation from his life. With stolen glances at each other, it seemed that she felt the same. Gone was the stress of everyday life. Replacing all that unhappiness was a calm and soothing feeling that filled him up and made his soul feel bright and happy.

Suddenly, the two heard someone at the door and jumped in their seats. Breaking the silence, the sound of a door opening and shutting roughly brought the two twenty year olds back to Earth with a start. Unhappily grumbling, Jellal got up, walking over to the door. As he had expected, he saw a very, _very_ hungover Cobra walking in, dropping his keys in the bowl they kept at the door.

Running a hand through his maroon hair, Erik looked up and noticed Jellal standing in front of him, his shirt stained with what appeared to be… milk?

 _What the fuck?_

"Jellal?" he heard a sweet female voice ask from inside. Raising his eyebrows at the bluenette, Erik smirked and looked every so slightly impressed. Jellal had gotten a girl to go home with him last night? Not too bad, considering the stock broker acted like an eighty year old man most of the time.

Jellal, as if he could read his best friend's dirty mind, shook his head vigorously and whispered, "She's our new neighbour. Try _not_ to be an ass for five seconds. She hit her head so keep your voice down."

"Trust me," Erik responded, pulling off his jacket and hanging it carefully on the hook. "My head is pounding enough for me to keep me at bay for a little."

The bluenette, seeming content with his response, turned and walked back into the duplex. The maroon haired man followed him, his footsteps slower. Maybe, if the chick was hot, he could keep her. He mentally reprimanded himself. Not every girl needed to be a "conquest". What happened to quitting all this shit?

"Hello," he said, once he had entered the living space. He examined the girl as he put his things in their place. She seemed to be in pretty bad shape, covered in bandages. An abusive boyfriend? No, the injuries don't line up. It seemed as if…

"I ran into your door." she quickly explained, not bothering to sugar coat anything.

"Ok…"

"Your friend's dog was chasing me and I had no other choice." she brushed it off as an everyday occurrence and stood up, slowly but surely making her way around the couch to shake Cobra's hand.

"You must be Erik," she remarked as she put her hand out. He shook hers and introduced himself.

"By birth, yes. But no one calls me that. Call me Cobra. Everyone else does."

"My name is Erza," she told him. "Your friend, Jellal, was kind enough to help me out. I swear I'm not this stupid usually." She laughed and the two men joined her politely.

"Now, I'm sorry to run all of a sudden, but my roommate should be back now and I don't want her to worry." Erza excused herself.

The two men and walked her to the door, where she walked the few short steps to the neighbouring house. Erik watched as Jellal's eyes followed the redhead, entranced by her beauty.

"Dude, you're smitten already," Erik reprimanded as he shut the door. He followed Jellal back to the living room, where his friend sat down with a huge grin on his face.

"She's gorgeous and sweet," he explained, defensively. "Who wouldn't be smitten? Other than a cold hardass like yourself, of course.

"Of course," Cobra agreed, taking a seat next to his best friend. "So what are you going to do about this little crush?"

"I'm going to see her again," Jellal stated simply. "No, I _have_ to see her again."

And he would.

Even if it was the last thing he would do.


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